In the jungle, the mighty jungle...

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Final day of the draft
When: June 6th, Monday
Where: The Jungle!
Summary: Things just went from bad to worse.
Rating: Could get bloody

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[goldenglasses]

[The rain hadn't been bothering Vash too much. He's always enjoyed the feel of rain falling down on him. That was of course until he realized it was making it hard to hear approaching third party members. He shivered as his coat was already starting to get soaked through. Maybe it was time to go back to the defensive group and see if he could find anything dry to wear.

He was on his way back when he noticed a small trail of muddy water that had begun to trickle between his feet. Only it didn't stay a long trickle for very long, before Vash knew what was going on a rush of water from some over flown bank rushed at him. It wasn't very deep, but the speed and suddenness of it all was enough to knock him off his feet and go sliding down the bank he had been climbing down.]

LOOK OUT BELOW! [No really, look out. Or you'll have a muddy, soggy Vash crashing into your legs. Or maybe those were Third Party Members he just crashed into? Or do you just watch as he goes skidding by?]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Hey, I'll do you one better by grabbing your collar before you slide by and stop you from your hideous trip any further-all the while clinging to a branch of his own. God, he hates rain today. He shakes his hair of rain and yanks you up.]

Figures you'd be the shrieking voice.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash takes a moment to cling to life the branch you're clinging to himself before retorting back.]

It came out of no where!

[not_a_bluesbro]

Actually, it came from the sky, but we don't need to argue specifics, do we?

[Cold, bruised, and covered in rain. I'd have to say this isn't the worst thing we've dealt with. Personally? Wolfwood's starting to get tired.]

[goldenglasses]

[He's not the only one who's tired and Vash clings to the branch.] Can we go home now? Like... right now?

[not_a_bluesbro]

I dunno, why don't you ask the hordes of people trying to murder us on top of it all??

[goldenglasses]

You think I should? You know, I don't think they have any more control over sending us back than we do.

[not_a_bluesbro]

[SIGH. He'd reply with something, but he's busy being helpful.]

Looook out for that rock.

[It's coming right at you, spikey.]

[goldenglasses]

Huh? [TURNING TO FACE SAID ROCK!]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[A nice friend would pull you aside so that big ol' rock sliding through the mud doesn't drag you off with it. Wolfwood?

...

/popcorn.gif]

[goldenglasses]

[You would also think a man who can dodge bullets like they were slow moving bubbles would also see the rock and move out of the way, but Vash finds his time is better spent screaming.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! [And grabbing onto his not-so-nice friend before the rock hits, because he just looks sturdier than this branch right now.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[YOU ASSHOLE.

For that you get an elbow right to the mouth, even if it does sweep him off into a tree a little further down the bank in the process.]

If you're gonna klutz around, leave me out of it!!

[goldenglasses]

[OW!] I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Can we get out of the water, now? Like right now? Please?

[not_a_bluesbro]

[UGH, I feel so weighed down. He grabs you by the collar and drags you back toward the tents.]

Out of water works fine for me.

[goldenglasses]

[Gah! Choking! Choking! Don't grab there! After a bit of flailing and yelping, Vash will manage to get to his own feet and follow like a grown man.]

Ooooh man. [He takes his gun out of his holster and inspects it.] I'm not even sure this will fire after getting that wet!

[not_a_bluesbro]

Well, I've got some ways of making fire, but I have a feeling you won't approve of 'em anyway.